A morn that seemed a new creation's front, Bringing a greater sunlight, happier skies, Came burdened with a beauty moved and strange Out of the changeless origin of things. An ancient longing struck again new roots: The air drank deep of unfulfilled desire; The high trees trembled with a wandering wind Like souls that quiver at the approach of joy,

And in a bosom of green secrecy For ever of its one love-note untired A lyric coïl cried among the leaves.

Away from the terrestrial murmur turned Where transient calls and answers mix their flood, King Aswapati listened through the ray To other sounds than meet the sense-formed ear. On a subtle interspace which rings our life, Unlocked were the inner spirit's trance-closed doors: The inaudible strain in Nature could be caught; Across this cyclic tramp of eager lives, Across the deep urgency of present cares, Earth's wordless hymn to the Ineffable Arose from the silent heart of the cosmic Void; He heard the voice repressed of unborn Powers Murmuring behind the luminous bars of Time. Again the mighty yearning raised its flame That asks a perfect life on earth for men And prays for certainty in the uncertain mind